what then!—it is not the first wound that kills, you must strike again—pooh, pooh, what is a little blood!"
While he was thus muttering, Lester and the more active of the servants had already sallied through the window, but the night was so intensely dark that they could not penetrate a step beyond them. Lester returned, therefore, in a few moments; and met Aram's dark eye fixed upon him with an unutterable expression of anxiety.
"You have found no one," said he, "no dying man?—Ha!—well—well—well! they must both have escaped; the night must favour them."
"Do you fancy the villain was severely wounded?"
"Not so—I trust not so; he seemed able toBut stop—oh God!—stop!—your foot is dabbling in blood—blood shed by me,—off! off!"
Lester moved aside with a quick abhorrence, as he saw that his feet were indeed smearing the blood over the polished and slippery surface of the oak boards, and in moving he stumbled against a
